What I missed most was stuff I'd written that I never planned to share.
So, now that I have Laz back, here's stuff I never planned to share:
Flying
September 22, 2012
I didn’t sleep at all last
night. I kept thinking I’d get a few minutes in, but I knew mom would be upset
if I didn’t clean the room.
It still hasn’t “sunk in”.
When will it sink in? I know it was hard saying goodbye to Mom. Standing in the
line of customs it did hit me a bit—I’m really doing this. I’m flying to
Honduras.
Here are some gems I’ve
overheard (by my seatmates).
“Well, why would you want to
finish college early anyway?”
“These young folks… how do
they do it? It just amazes me. When we were 18/19, we didn’t travel anywhere.
We just got married and had kids.”
This last quote was in
reference to me. Not only am I halfway
to twenty-three (and not 18), I also don’t agree that all people lived like
that. My grandma travelled Europe with one other friend shortly after WWII. Talk about ballsy. All
I’m doing is going to a nearby country, living with another American, and
teaching at a school where the kids already speak English. And I’m coming back in less than three months
for a break. When I was in France I was gone for much longer!
The first real test is coming
up soon.
I’m about to meet Jake and
Vincente (possibly?) and survive a long car ride through treacherous terrain…
or terrible drivers, more likely.
Then I get to meet Candra and
Eric!! I’m excited to meet Candra. I’d rather not meet Eric. Or at least prolong the inevitable as much as
possible.
I always think it’s
interesting to compare my expectations of a place to the reality.
I’ve kind of cheated because
I already have seen a few pictures. I’m
trying to downplay the images in my mind because I don’t want to be
disappointed with the creepy crawly bugs… or the heat… or the lack of things
Eric and I have in common. At this point I think it’d be easier to live with
Luke!
I wonder if we’ll drive
straight to Catacamas, or spend a bit of
time (overnight?) in Tegus, setting up a bank account…?
I wonder if I’ll break down
in tears because it’s been over 30 hours since I last slept.
Or if I’ll snore and drive
Candra crazy.
Or I won’t be able to control
the students.
Or I’ll be harassed to the
breaking point by men.
So awkward watching racy
parts of movies on an airplane….
Things I love About Home
--the warm puppy smell of
Clyde
--mom and I sipping hot
chocolate late at night in the kitchen
September 23, 2012—driving
We’ve been driving for three
hours now and I’ve had to pee for four. The roads are not kind to my
predicament.
[deleted a part here that still feels a little too private]
September 27, 2012
“MEEEIS! MEEEIS! MEEEIS!!!” I
hear called even after returning home for the night.
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